Novel & Cerita Baroness Goes On Strike Ch 1

"Consider yourself lucky you were born the way you are." "W-Why?" Sandy stammered. "Because I don't feel like hitting a woman today. If I did, you would suffer far worse than these two morons!" Sandy's face was drained of color. She stumbled backward, yelping, retreating into the safety of the crowd. Finally, Baron turned to Sabina. The crowd watched, fear gripping them, as he slowly approached. Was this old, sickly woman next? How could she withstand Baron's attacks? And why had Sebastian and Claire been spared? Was Baron saving his best for last—or was something more at play?

Blackwell was stealing glances in our direction. Baron appeared silently beside me. “Seems you have a fan,” I said, nodding toward the girl. “I couldn’t care less,” he replied flatly. “Even if she’s a pretty, innocent-looking thing who nearly combusts every time she sees you?” Baron’s eyes shifted. The moment their gazes met, the poor maid turned bright red and nearly dropped her tray. Baron let out a low chuckle. “Make it worth your while,” I told him.

said Baron as he gestured at me. "Good morning ma'am" I said. "Hmmm, I see she's very respectful" said Agnes as her and Baron chuckled a little. "Good morning to you and how are you?" Said Agnes as she gave me a hug. "I'm fine thank you" I replied.

Hart raised his hand again. The door swung open behind him. A woman stood in the frame. Dark hair, dark eyes, a phone still in one hand. "Stop," she said. Hart spun around. "Who are you?" The woman stepped inside, eyes moving from Hart to Nora and back. "Let her go," she said. "You don't give orders in this house." "I do tonight." She raised a gun and leveled it at his chest. "Let. Her. Go." Hart didn't move an inch.

One more message. "Don't dig; you'll regret it." I gazed at the display, my heart pounding. In what sense did they mean "digging"? I had no intention of researching anything. All I was doing was attempting to ascertain what was going on. The door was suddenly knocked on. My chest seized up with my heart. I approached cautiously, my hands trembling. There was nobody there when I opened it. Just one more envelope lying there. I grabbed it up, shaking hands. Like all the others, the message inside said simply, "He's lying." Remain away.

"I am thinking straight. I will not abandon her. I will not let the world destroy her because of your fear or pride. Elowyn Froste is my mate." Ortiz's voice hardened. "Then you leave me no choice. I will strip you of your rights, your status. Go on this... adventure, if that's what you call it, with the Omega!" Baron's expression didn't fall. He turned sharply, eyes blazing. "I will do what must be done. Call it what you must." Silence fell over the court as Baron strode past the shocked members, the witch waiting silently. She extended her hand, and Baron took it without hesitation.

The kind of woman who didn’t wait for anyone’s approval. For once, I wasn’t dressing for Lester. I was dressing for myself. When I walked into the hotel bar, the air felt alive. Soft jazz played in the background, and the clinking of glasses blended with low conversation. The place smelled faintly of whiskey , elegant and a little dangerous and I felt Out of place. I took a seat at the bar, crossing my legs and pretending my pulse wasn’t racing. I wasn’t here for love. I wasn’t here to flirt, not really. I was here to take back something Lester had stolen from me.

It rattled her, left her staring at him as though he were a stranger and not the man whose family had just shattered her life. Her heart thumped. She blinked. “Why?” His eyes narrowed, and the silence between them was growing dangerous. She knew that silence. It wasn’t hesitation, it was calculation, the way a predator lingered before pouncing. Her chin lifted, and the defiance there was unspoken. She was not going to obey. And he saw it. Callister’s mouth curved, but there was no humor in it. “Strip,” he said again, lower this time, darker. “Or I will make sure you regret standing in my house at all.”

It was incredible how fast her priorities rearranged themselves when she was faced with that threat. She had a couple of glasses of wine to bolster her courage. By the time she had finished perfuming and preening herself in the bathroom, she was feeling wanton, daring, and the very last thing on her mind was Sophie's next feed. It was then that she realised that the most basic weapon in any sensual woman's wardrobe was missing from hers! Downstairs she went again in a rush, straight into the kitchen to find Frank, the driver, with his feet up, reading a newspaper. “I have to go out!” she announced breathlessly. “Now!”

~SHARON Goosebumps ran all over me. How could I give my body to the person who hurt me? “I’m not in the mood,” I mumbled, and he punched me right on the head. I fell on the bed, my skull filled with aches. I tried to get my strength back, but he was still trying to force himself on me. Suddenly, I felt like I was in some battle. Something inside me snapped, and without thinking, I pushed him hard to the floor and ran out of the room.